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She asked in her mollifying voice, “What troubles you?” Although she was steady and calm, her words left a trace of unmistakable ebullience. Why did shewant to know so badly? Looking up into her smiling eyes, she seemed benevolent enough, so Cody poured his heart out. He wanted to know more about her, know her better; so while he was busy effusively dumping the burdens of his life on her, he tried, in some parts, to make his troubles as flagrant seeming as possible. Carefully watching her expressions behind the shield of his words, he got no reaction.
When he was finished, Cody closed his eyes, convinced he would get no response. Her body shifted beneath him as she spoke. “Your parents shouldn’tblame you, and neither should your teachers,” she spoke in a whisper-voice. Then her smile widened, a wild look grew in her eyes and she continued. “They are the ones who should be punished.” She put emphasis on the last word; a sense of joy sprung from the idea. Cody opened his eyes, in a complete quandary at why such a sweet girl would even consider such a thing; but he had to agree in a way. She went on in sweet, florid, sentences of intense accusations. The frenetic nature she expressed was frightening at its best. Cody followed her nature, until she hit the breaking point, pressing the wrong button. He could no longer enjoy the peaceful scenery. “People like that-like your parents, like your teachers, they’re all superfluous, unnecessary to life. They are just extra baggage, another mouth to feed. They don’t carry the right to exist,” Cody felt something go terribly wrong with his haven, and the heard her next words; “You should just kill them all.”
Cody leapt out of the angelic girls lap. He looked down at her; she smiled back up at him. Something was terribly wrong. He stared at her and then noticedsomething gleam against the now suspicious sunlight. It lay next to the girl, propped up against the tree. He took a step forward and saw his reflection in it, a dark memory flashed behind his eyes. He knew then, as his whole body went numb with fear. He knew who this girl, stringing sweet fabrications really was. This whole asylum was hypocrisy, a lie of hope and retreat. This paradise is not really what it seems to be, the real world I’m in is being suppressed, Cody thought, but not anymore.
“Get up demon,” he shouted to the girl, “this trick ends now! Show me the truth!” “The truth is yours to make,” said the girl. As she stood up, decay crept out from where she had sat. A wave of black light waved out and the paradisemelted into a dead land, barren of life, dryer than desert, and bereft of good.
The girl metamorphosed into a tall red demon that still looked remarkably like the girl, accept she was wicked and had the face of evil written all over her.“Get out of my thoughts!” yelled Cody, his face full of rage, almost as red as the smirking demon.
“I can’t,” she said simply. “Why can’t you?!” growled Cody, completely aware of what he had shared with in his conversations. She had tricked him into afalse sense of security.
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